Quiet Day It Is Then...

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die. And where you invest your love, you invest your life...

A very nice lyric that just floated over my iPod speakers and into my ears. It made me smile and feel good about myself. It's both a very depressing indie statement that I like all too much because it's attached to an upbeat melody, but it's also a very sweet confession of love and life and everything in between. 

Let's face it, its raining outside, and my friends all have work, what else am I going to do, but consult the musical realms and sit here and write - well I suppose I might make a breakfast in a bit, and watch Avengers/Les Mis...

Don't you find that forcing yourself to have a lie-in is one of the most painful ways of sleeping?

I'm hoping to finish Bute Wall (But-e-wall) later so you all might have little messages to my other blog (the writing one) where I keep my secrets. Or I might just email you all the body of text that I'm forming, I haven't figured it out yet. 

Who knows, I might even do some Writing People stuff later (eek-eth, could you imagine?). Though saying that, something needs to be done about that. Perhaps in the coming months we'll figure it out again.

I don't have very much to say today, perhaps I will later, or tomorrow, but what're you going to do? It's my day off, it's Pay Day, it's raining, and no one's around.

Quiet day it is then...

Carpe diem...

A Late Night Queen...

I don't plagiarise. I copy and leave all the best bits in!

Yesterday, I spent most of the day with Cutlery in my pocket, and a lot of change in the other (the perfect tool for getting rid of coppers - throw them at beggars!). My day was mostly uneventful. My first day back at doing my daily routine and nothing much had changed.

At lunchtime Red sent me a text asking about Burgaz, which made me think about burgaz, and my longing desire for one. I think they are my favourite summertime food. It's like tradition. Pill was away for the evening, so I vegged out on the sofa (saying that, I got back at 9pm, so there wasn't much vegging) and watched The White Queen on iPlayer. It's quite good, if you like that sort of thing (that sort of thing being historical drama with a sense of the natural supernatural). 

Pill seems to have done a number on my back, it's not painful, it just feels tight and numb. I'm sure it'll sort itself out, along with my arse and ankle.

I think today I has the house to myself again, as Pill is going to a BBQ (weather permitting, and the weather permits right now), so does anyone want to do an activity together? Preferably one that doesn't involve spending money because payday is Friday - although, saying that, payday is Friday. Why the hell can't I spend right now? I have popcorn. Just saying.

I've still got to buy a load of birthday presents. I am really crap at this. But they become good in the end, you'll see.

I wonder what my day will entail. I think I'm getting commission this month (yay!). I should redo my CV I think. See what's out there. Fish around. Tackle the market. And so on...

Now, I'm just droning on about nothing in particular. You guys don't like reading this rubbish do you? I'll take your silence to mean that you do. I don't know how to end this now, the end?

Only kidding, Carpe diem...

Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it. Hahahaha... wait, what? I mean, are you really happy or really evil? Evil? You mean, do I have, like, ulterior motives? I'm offended, Kim. Wounded, even? Hurt, Kim.

A Tuesday Pick-Me-Up...

Tuesday was the pick-me-up of the week so far. And I'm only working for three days! (I know right, insane)...

Early in the day I was guiding a gentleman to the appropriate section when we started to discuss our education, and our writing. Dafuq? He said he had just finished his first novel and was getting it edited by some random for £1000 (stfu!). PhD and you're spending a Grand on getting the manuscript editted by a stranger? I don't think so. It was nice to discuss literal therory and story structure and everything again. It feels like it's been such a long time, and he was very supportive of my work, adding, before he left, 'don't stop writing.' It made me smile. 

Soon after I had a Lady come in who I had seen before. She'd been in before, but that wasn't it. So as I was showing her our selection of finely stuffed Money Boxes I asked, 'do I know you from somewhere?'. She looked at me oddly and denied it, like anyone would if you were asked said question by said man in the quietest section of a shop. I persisted: 'are you an actress?' she started to twig, and smiled replying 'yes.' 'Were you in Misfits?' I continued, and she finally caved, saying that she had been spotted. I knew it was her the first time she had come in, but I hadn't asked, and now I had, the Hot Parole Officer Sally from Series One was in my shop!

The day was getting on, and I had one final customer who either made my day, or called me fat. We were talking about facemasks. And I had said something along the lines of 'my face is too big to fit in that one.' I don't know how she took that, I have a big head, it's entirely in proportion to the rest of me I should add (ladies *creepy wink*), but a big head nonetheless. Her reply was simply 'like Mr. Incredible.' O-kay, I wouldn't have thought of it like that, but sure. She asked me to take it as a compliment, but whatevs. Two-out-of-three good things aren't bad like.

I'm getting more and more concerned that I'm going to be wasting my holiday most of next week, and I don't know what to do about it. It looks like in might be raining. Everyone else is in work. I might try and meet some new people, but I can't be bothered at the moment, I know loads of people. I might go walking around in the rain or catch-up on some movies and stuff. I don't want to go holidaying by myself somewhere, because let's face it, that's sad, no matter the holiday. I guess I might just stay in and play xbox or write or something. 

Balls...

Carpe diem...